Since he was a little boy, Charles
Weasley saw Voldemort as his personal boggeyman. Even if he’d never
met the man in person, little Charlie was terrified of that person
who’s name shouldn’t be said that made his parents sad and angry. He
would ask every night for his parents to check under his bed if he
wasn’t there. The idea of a mass murderer hiding in his son’s room
always started an ugly laughter in Arthur Weasley’s throat. But every
night, he complied and assured Charlie he was safe and had nothing to
fear. It was a lie of course. They both knew it.
Charlie knew he was right to be scared
when he was eight and he saw his mother cry for the first time. He
entered the kitchen one morning and saw her curled on her chair, a
piece of parchement resting on the table. Charlie sneaked in to try
and read the paper. His first fear was that something happened to one
of his brothers. Because that was what his dad and mum often talked
about when they thought Bill and Charlie were asleep. The words were
small and complicated, but Charlie could decypher two names, Fabian
and Gideon. His parents hated lying to their children, so they told
them that their uncles were fighting You-Know-Who and died. They
didn’t say they were killed, but Charlie kind of understood that. He
wasn’t sure what death really was just yet, but Bill told him it
meant he would never see his uncles again. When he saw the twin
caskets, a couple days later and watched them disappear in the
ground, Charlie cried. He didn’t make a noise, because no one was
talking, and you’re not supposed to be loud if everyone else is
quiet. He simply gripped Bill’s hand and followed him around. For
years, Charlie would dream of twin caskets in which his siblings were
At school, Charlie was gentle and
popular enough that people didn’t make fun of him if he ever got
surprised crying because he was missing his brothers and sister. They
would simply go look for Bill, and later Percy, and either would
comfort him and help him write letters home. Charlie was terribly bad
with words and never knew how to get his thoughts across. In return
for his letters, he would get drawings and pictures. He kept them
preciously in his bedside table.
When he was thirteen, Charlie kissed a
girl. She was pretty and smelled nice but even he didn’t feel much.
There was no butterfly or firework in his belly like he’d been told
he’d feel. At sixteen, Charlie kissed a boy, and though it was nice
enough too, it wasn’t special enough to have him wanting to do it
often. He’d learned about dragons the previous year though, during a
class of Care About Magical Creatures. That lit his eyes up and made
him daydream far more than any kisses could.
Charlie left Hogwarts the summer before
Ron entered it. He left home in August, and headed to Romania to
study dragons. He’d already read every book from the Library and was
ready to meet people who’d understand his passion. Charlie made
friends, and was teased for chosing a hermit life in forests with
giant lizards over becoming a Quidditch star. He didn’t mind, because
at the end of the day, he got to see dragon eggs and share hot cocoa
with his colleagues. The highlight of his year was still when his
parents and sister came to visit. He also managed to get Bill to drop
by. They got drunk and Bill listened to him cry about how much he
missed all of their siblings. Charlie kept the drawings and
photographs in a tiny box in his trunk. When spring came around and
he received Ron’s letter asking him to smuggle a baby dragon, all his
friends exploded in laughter and were ready to go before he even
finished his explanations. They already knew Charlie would do
anything for his siblings.
Charlie wasn’t there when Ron got hurt
saving the world at the end of his first year. He came back for summer and bought Ron as many
candies as he could eat. Sometimes, being a good brother is in discreet celebrations.
Charlie wasn’t there when his baby
sister got possessed and left for dead in a mythical chamber. When summer came and Ginny left school,
paler and more silenced than ever, Charlie kept a vigilant eye on
her. He didn’t go back to Romania for months. And when Arthur won the
Daily Prophet Grand Prise Galleon Draw, Charlie was the one to
suggest they should all go visit Bill. Sometimes, being a good
brother is knowing your presence and a change of scenary are the best
Charlie was there when the Death Eaters
attacked supporters celebrating a victory - or drinking the bitter
taste of loss away. He went to fight alongside the Ministry to
protect his siblings and everyone who needed it. He also stayed the
rest of the summer in the Burrow. Sometimes, being a good brother is
making sure your siblings and their friends have an open ear if they
need to talk their fears away.
Charlie wasn’t there when Harry, his
adopted but estranged sibling, watched Voldemort come back from the
dead. From Charlie’s childhood nightmares. He learned about it in one
of Ginny’s letters and got his worst burns when her words resonnated
in his head as he was tending a dragon. In his head, Ginny had that
same terrified voice as when she was twelve and asking him if Tom
would come back. Charlie felt like he’d been lying to her for years,
telling her she was safe and had nothing to fear. That Tom would never come back. Sometimes, being a
good brother is forgetting how life doesn’t always follow your hopes.
Charlie wasn’t there when his father
got attacked by an evil snake. Charlie wasn’t there when Dumbledore’s tiny army raided the
Ministry. He came back to see the greying hair on his father’s head
and the scars on Ron’s arms. Ron laughed it off. Charlie cried it
out. Sometimes, being a good brother is shading tears other people
Charlie lived in Romania. He loved it,
loved the people, the country, and above all his job. But when
Charlie came back to Bill’s comatose and broken face, he considered
never leaving again. Bill had always been his best friend, his safety in
the chaos that was their family. Charlie hugged Fleur and helped her chose her wedding dress. He
was Bill’s best man and joked, more than once, that Bill was actually
the best man he knew. The three of them got drunk at a pub a few
miles from the Burrow and he recalled every embarassing moment of
Bill’s childhood. Sometimes, being a good brother is making your
sibling blush and hit you in the face as their fiancée is bending in
laughter and coughing beer out of her nose.
Charlie wasn’t there when Fred died.
Charlie was there to see his mother cry
and his brothers collapse.
Charlie was there to see Ginny stand,
tall and proud and clutching Harry’s hand so she wouldn’t get lost.
Sometimes, being a good brother is
knowing that there are days when you can’t be the good brother.
Charlie was there when Victoire was
Charlie was there to see Bill cry and
his siblings scream.
Charlie was there to hold the tiny baby
and let her grip his finger.
Charlie was there when Ginny wrote that
she was pregnant and wanted to see him. Everytime.
Charlie was there when Fred II asked to
learn how to fly and neither George nor Angelina had the heart to
Charlie was there when Lucy got in
another fight with her parents and needed a place to let her anger
out. He was also there to bring her back home and make sure she’d
apologize to Percy.
Charlie was there when Hugo felt
inadequate and lonely in their giant family.
Charlie was there to talk about kissing
boys and girls, about how sometimes people liked it and sometimes
they just didn’t care.
Charlie was there to give pets as
presents, as siblings and in-laws pretended they didn’t know about
Charlie was there every step of the way
in his nieces and nefews’ lifes.
He quickly needed a larger box to
gather all the drawings and pictures he kept receiving. (Hermione
gave him an enchanted one)
Sometimes, being a good brother is
being a good uncle.
Seychelle left Tobias alone as she went around asking for a ride home (thanks to Augie). After an hour of no sign of Seychelle, Tobias began to sober up by the pool. __________________________
- “Tobias, right?” - “…” - “I saw Augie’s twitter. You and Seychelle can crash at my place if you guys can’t find a ride.” - “Eurhh, nah, It’s cool. Neither Seychelle or I are down to drive any where else but home, tonight.” - “Where’s there to drive to when you’re already there?” - “Mm..? I’m sorry but, who are you again?” -“Pffbbt, I’m Maxine but, people call me ‘Max’. Funny how you’d walk into someone’s house without knowing who it belongs to.”
"Fluffybuns" could just refer to Asgore being a fluffy cinnamon roll. On the subject of nicknames, what about Sans' pet name?
Hey it could be! Maybe Asgore’s nickname is more innocent and we’re just the naughty ones.
As for Sans, we haven’t shown it yet (though it was and still is going to appear in the next comic) but Papyrus sometimes calls him “Bb” and River is to blame for that. When he was little, River would refer to him as “Baby Blue” due to his magic color and being their lil baby and it just sorta stuck. I mean…
Can you see why they called him that? Their Baby Blue~
Dings started calling him that and, while Pap has never said “Baby Blue,” he called him Bb for short. Eventually Tori, and a few others, will learn of this name and will abuse it. He’ll get an array of pet names from Toriel as they grow closer as well.
And we can’t forget the pile of strange and mostly inappropriate names Chara has for him. Bone Daddy being one of them. I could go down a list but then we would be here forever. This child needs parental help.
I will now relate events that took place in the 94th Olympiad, in the city of Athens. I am Hipparchos, son of Nicomakos, of the deme Euonymos, and though I am now old, I will never forget that day.
I was strolling with friends near the Acropolis when we heard the sky tear apart. An object of shining silver came out of the rent clouds and landed near us. Before our astonished eyes, a door opened, and someone, or something, came out.
“Your headman to take I toward,” said the little green man. We stared at him. Barbarians are, truly, getting stranger by the day.
He hit a box hanging around his neck.
“Take me to your leader,” he said, and now his tones were the purest Attic Greek.
“To Alexias?” I whispered to Pythodoros.
“No,” he replied, “better not bother him. Take him to Socrates.”
“Will he believe that Socrates is our leader?”
“He’s a barbarian,” Pythodoros said. “He won’t know any better.”
So we escorted the little green man to Socrates. All along the way there, he looked around curiously and scanned things with his little box, nodding excitedly as he did so.
Socrates was holding court before his little crowd.
“This is your leader?” the little green man said dubiously.
“He is preeminent among us for his mind,” said Pythodoros, laughing.
The little green man indicated agreement.
“Tell me,” said Socrates, “who are you among men?”
“I am not a man,” said the little green man.
Socrates nodded. “What is a man?” he asked.
“Homo sapiens sapiens. Homo is the human genus, which also includes Neanderthals and many other extinct species of hominid; H. sapiens is the only surviving species of the genus Homo. Modern humans are the subspecies Homo sapiens sapiens, which differentiates them from what has been argued to be their direct ancestor, Homo sapiens idaltu. The ingenuity and adaptability of Homo sapiens has led to its becoming the most influential species on Earth. Homo sapiens sapiens inhabits the planet Terra, in the system Sol, in the Milky Way.”
Many of us were astonished at this speech, but Socrates only nodded again.
“And you are?” he said?
“I am an inhabitant of Xraxas 9, in the Andromeda Galaxy. I am krax kraxis! We laugh at homo sapiens’ feeble knowledge.”
Socrates nodded once more.
“What makes a man a man?” he said.
“Homo sapiens sapiens is distinguished by a lighter skeleton and a smaller brow ridge than homo sapiens neanderthalensis….” Krax continued in this vein for some time.
“Perhaps,” said Socrates. “But is it not behavior that makes a man, rather than his external appearance? Do you have cities on, ah, Xraxas 9?”
“Certainly, Socrates,” he said.
“And do we have cities here, on Terra?”
“And is this city so different from your cities?”
“It is inferior!”
“What is inferiority?”
At this point Pythodoros sneaked away.
“You do not have the technology that we have. With a single finger, I could destroy your entire city.”
“But you are not doing so,” Socrates said mildly. “It is because first, you are acquainted with the nature of virtue, and second, you are disinclined to destroy your fellow humans.”
“I am not human.”
“What is humanity? It is not simply the form of this - ” his tongue stumbled over the unfamiliar syllables “ - homo sapiens sapiens. Is it not also, O man of Xraxas 9, in a shared language, and in shared spirit?”
“I do not speak your language.”
“But I can understand you,” replied Socrates. “What are you speaking, if not my language?”
“It is only through my superior technology that I can understand you.”
“But you acknowledge that we are not beasts? For beasts have no language.”
“And what distinguishes us from you, besides your size and color?”
“I….” The little green man trailed off. He pressed a button on his box and spoke in a guttural language. We heard the screaming in the sky again, and the silver object appeared. The little green man went to join his fellows.
“We will be back!” he said, as they took off into the sky. “Perhaps not in your lifetime, and definitely not in his.” He pointed to Socrates. “But we will return!”
“Ah, Hipparchos,” Socrates said, turning to me. “I find this very instructive.”
Trying to find an excuse to post so i can mourn over the fact that I have to come up with and recite pick-up lines for my very first test of the year. Like wtf, pick-up lines??? I’m gonna d i e
Ok anyways, these are some really REALLY rough and incomplete sketches aka first drafts of the 4 MCs’ outfits. MC original has no specific power (that’s where you and your creativity come in) but the other three (plus unicorn) have been assigned their third and final ability! The unicorn has time-warping, space-bending, OP, and utterly magical powers bc reasons. Also, glittery rainbow hair
All MCs have base powers of Retrocognition (ability to see past events) and Memory Manipulation (that’s basically your VNs and reset button). More information is at the Power Listing wiki if you’re interested!!
Welcome to Bastard Airlines: Where your Doom is right in front of your nose. Exits are…well, nowhere really….We hope you enjoy your flight. To your left you can see your sanity receding. Local time is An Illusion and we expect to land Never Again.